Fun... human nature... does no one any harm... Regular as clockwork the old excuses came back into the alert, sad and dissatisfied brain--nothing ever matched the deep excitement of the regular desire. Men always failed you when it came to the act. She might just as well have been to the pictures.

We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.

I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.

Friendship is something in the soul. It is a thing one feels. It is not a return for something.

One's life is more formed, I sometimes think, by books than by human beings: it is out of books one learns about love and pain at second hand.

Happiness is never really so welcome as changelessness.

Fame is a powerful aphrodisiac.